This weekend kicked my ass in the most major of all ways. We spent most of it in Knoxville moving my Mom into her condo that she recently purchased. And then…after three days of minimal sleep combined with maximum physical exertion, we came home Monday morning so we could spend the day resting after our busy weekend.
Oh, wait. That’s not what happened. We went to a relaxing calm cookout at the home of some friends.
Oh, wait. Not calm and relaxing…that’s not what I meant. I meant, INSANELY AWESOME because they rented those inflatables and we got to play on them! Grown-ups never get to play on those things because the kids hog all the damn fun. But WE got to do it! And it was awesome!
(Except for the burns on the elbows from going SO DAMN FAST. Like lightning. I’m awesome.)
Eventually – we had to admit that maybe we were all running on some bit of drunken exhaustion energy and maybe we should go home and pass out. Some of us didn’t wait until we got home.
All in all? A productive weekend. We got my mom moved, hung out with my brother who still can make me laugh so hard I nearly pee in my pants, walked around in the scorching heat with my Dad, spent a total of 16 hours driving (during which AndyZ was a perfect angel – THANK GOD), and ate a lot of unhealthy foods. (Mom – please remove the ice cream candy bars from your freezer before we come visit next time, thanks! I feel really guilty for eating them all. And also really bloated.) And I now have decided that the best way to end a busy weekend is bouncing on a giant inflatable slide. Or maybe that’s just the best way to end every day.
I’m totally going to ask Santa Clause for one this year.